Mr. Barefoot is uneasy about his position in my life vis a vis coffee. He's worried that in the clutch, I'd choose those two crucial cups of life-giving java that I blindly grope for every morning. (The crazy lark wakes up with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step, ready to head out and conquer the world! I love it... from the depths of my groggy haze.)
Maybe this will ease his concerns.
From Storey Shop, via Esty Wedding.